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Katie had been sitting motionless for more than an hour. She knew she would never be able to get out of bed in the morning if she didnt lie down and get some rest soon, but her heart was so heavy with thoughts of her brother, Sean, that sleep seemed hours away.
How long had it been since they had seen him? Nearly two yearsMolly had been an infant. Nearly two years since Aunt Maureen had written, beside herself that he had gone off on his own. They had been forced to accept Seans decision, but there had been times when it had been close to torture to sit and wonder where he might be.
So why, tonight of all nights, was he so heavy on her heart? Every day she thought of him, and prayed that God would guide his path and someday bring him home, but tonight was different; tonight there was an urgency in her thoughts. Something was happening this night, and Kaitlin knew she had to pray.
She also knew that if Sean had been in the room, she would have held onto him with all her strength to keep him from . . . to keep him from what, she was not sure. But somehow Kate was certain that Sean needed protection of some type at that very moment. Not that he would have welcomed her interference in his life. He had wanted as little to do with her at 16 and 17 as any teen could. He hadnt wanted advice or even affection, from her or anyone else.
Nineteen and a half now, Kate thought to herself. Surely he would feel some different.
Rigg stirred in the bed when someone knocked on the bedroom door. Kate, not wanting him to be disturbed, started to rise, but Rigg was already to the door. He opened it and found Marcail, now 14, waiting outside in her gown and robe. Rigg, not understanding why Kate was awake, also wondered at the fact Marcail wasnt sound asleep.
Rigg stepped back and allowed her to see Kate at the window. She moved forward and stopped beside the rocking chair, letting Kate see her face in the moonlight.
I cant sleep.
No, Kaitlin spoke softly, I cant either. Are you worried about Sean?
Marcail nodded, misery written all over her young face. Where is he, Katie?
I wish I knew.
I cant get him out of my mind.
I cant either.
Do you think hes in trouble?
This time it was Katies turn to nod. Weve got to pray, Marc. God knows all about this, and were going to give it to Him right now.
Both girls bowed their heads. As sisters, each in her own way, they petitioned God on behalf of their brother.
Marcail, really still just a girl, asked God to keep Sean safe, and to bring him back to Santa Rosa right away so they would know he was all right.